<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068839090682036395</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:20:55.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a good song...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601503255222086816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aL1dfIPga9s/Si_gJYEVVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7obwGknlH5w/S220/jared+and+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068839090682036395.post-7908679406594820795</id><published>2010-04-20T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:05:14.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting and thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;I was sitting here about to go to bed and I was thinking why do we live and do what we do, like go to school and do homework, papers, and even blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to start a paper but I decided to express some thoughts I had.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I was wondering that is it the system I am trying to go through or is it a learning opportunity or me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way I am called to be here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am called to be a light for Jesus Christ on my schools campus, and to my friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people go around denying Jesus and some others go around having a personal relationship with Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s where I am now, by the grace and glory of God I am saved, sanctified, and blessed by my creator.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, going back to what I was talking about earlier, as Colossians 3:23-24 says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Whatever your work is, do it gladly. Do it as you would do it unto the Lord and not for people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know you will get pay from the Lord, for you are the servants of the Lord Christ.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am here to work for God and not myself or anyone else and that’s why I am here doing what I am doing, and loving what I am doing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068839090682036395-7908679406594820795?l=stevemmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7908679406594820795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitting-and-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/7908679406594820795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/7908679406594820795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitting-and-thinking.html' title='Sitting and thinking'/><author><name>Steve Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601503255222086816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aL1dfIPga9s/Si_gJYEVVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7obwGknlH5w/S220/jared+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068839090682036395.post-3520389818200623393</id><published>2009-06-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:59:16.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anybody See Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;She is running&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;She is trying&lt;br /&gt;But the canyon's ever widening&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of her cold heart&lt;br /&gt;So she sets out on another misadventure just to find&lt;br /&gt;She's another two years older&lt;br /&gt;And she's three more steps behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is yearning&lt;br /&gt;For shelter and affection&lt;br /&gt;That she never found at home&lt;br /&gt;She is searching&lt;br /&gt;For a hero to ride in&lt;br /&gt;To ride in and save the day&lt;br /&gt;And in walks her prince charming&lt;br /&gt;And he knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;Momentary lapse of reason&lt;br /&gt;And she gives herself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgment looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we've never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgment looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we've never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Judgement looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter &lt;br /&gt;And we've never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never even met her&lt;br /&gt;(Never Even Met her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OHHHHH)Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? (Does anybody hear her?) Does anybody see? (Does anybody See?)&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody even know she's going down today? &lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple (shadow of her steeple)&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people (Lost and Lonely people)&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You could replace "she" with your name and it would fit almost anyone at one point i their life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068839090682036395-3520389818200623393?l=stevemmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3520389818200623393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-anybody-see-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/3520389818200623393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/3520389818200623393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-anybody-see-her.html' title='Does Anybody See Her?'/><author><name>Steve Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601503255222086816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aL1dfIPga9s/Si_gJYEVVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7obwGknlH5w/S220/jared+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068839090682036395.post-5472298745583189151</id><published>2009-06-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:33:18.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hey, I figured my sisters have one of these, so I would get one too.  So the title I choose, Who am I? I choose this title for two reasons, the first being, Who am I really, both as a person and in Christ.  More towards the second one though. This question has been going through my mind a lot lately.  I know in my life i have made plenty of mistakes and things that would justify God not thinking twice about me, but through His grace and mercy He saved me.  So that brings me back to my question, Who am I deserving of this love and mercy brought to us by our Lord Jesus Christ.  Like the lyrics say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;br /&gt;And watch me rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is this, we don't even deserve to be talking about Him right now and we did nothing to deserve this.  Then the second reason is, I was listing to the song on my itunes and i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well thats it for right now, and ill be keeping everyone updated later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068839090682036395-5472298745583189151?l=stevemmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5472298745583189151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/5472298745583189151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068839090682036395/posts/default/5472298745583189151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevemmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Steve Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601503255222086816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aL1dfIPga9s/Si_gJYEVVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7obwGknlH5w/S220/jared+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
